The Gypsy Morph (Genesis of Shannara, Book 3)
Terry Brooks
Language: English
Pages: 480
ISBN: 0345484150
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Terry Brooks won instant acclaim with his phenomenal New York Times bestseller The Sword of Shannara. Its sequels earned Brooks legendary status. Then his darkly enthralling The Word and the Void trilogy revealed new depths and vistas to his mastery of epic fantasy. Armageddon’s Children and The Elves of Cintra took Brooks’s remarkable mythos to a breathtaking new level by delving deep into the history of Shannara. And now, The Gypsy Morph rounds out–with an adventure of unforgettably imaginative scope–the first phase of a new chapter in this classic series.
Eighty years into the future, the United States is a no-man’s-land: its landscape blighted by chemical warfare, pollution, and plague; its government collapsed; its citizens adrift, desperate, fighting to stay alive. In fortified compounds, survivors hold the line against wandering predators, rogue militias, and hideous mutations spawned from the toxic environment, while against them all stands an enemy neither mortal nor merciful: demons and their minions bent on slaughtering and subjugating the last of humankind.
But from around the country, allies of good unite to challenge the rampaging evil. Logan Tom, wielding the magic staff of a Knight of the Word, has a promise to keep–protecting the world’s only hope of salvation–and a score to settle with the demon that massacred his family. Angel Perez, Logan’s fellow Knight, has risked her life to aid the elvish race, whose peaceful, hidden realm is marked for extermination by the forces of the Void. Kirisin Belloruus, a young elf entrusted with an ancient magic, must deliver his entire civilization from a monstrous army. And Hawk, the rootless boy who is nothing less than destiny’s instrument, must lead the last of humanity to a latter-day promised land before the final darkness falls.
The Gypsy Morph is an epic saga of a world in flux as the mortal realm yields to a magical one; as the champions of the Word and the Void clash for the last time to decide what will be and what must cease; and as, from the remnants of a doomed age, something altogether extraordinary rises.
From the Hardcover edition.
be following his nose. His instincts are telling him where he is supposed to take us. The girl, Tessa, says that’s how it works. She insists that’s enough.” She shook her head. “I don’t know if anyone much believes that, but it’s all we’ve got to work with.” They were quiet for a few minutes, concentrating on walking, on the movement of their feet, placing one in front of the other, the repetition providing a strange sort of comfort. Angel glanced at the sky, at the white-hot ball of the sun, at
the face of such an overwhelming truth, what did anything else matter? His buddies had nothing to offer. They listened to his thoughts as he voiced them, considered his questions and shrugged. The truth was, they had known all along something he was just beginning to realize. Even routine wasn’t enough to keep your mental trolley on the tracks. Even routine could drive you crazy. He paused at the reflective window of the door opening into the sick bay—as if the entire place wasn’t one big sick
do.” “You went into the light, is where you went,” Panther insisted. “I heard about people doing that. You died and came back, is what you did.” “Yeah, maybe,” Hawk replied, shaking his head. “I don’t know for sure where I was. But the old man didn’t seem to think it was anything big. He told me the same thing Logan Tom told me in the compound cells—that I was a gypsy morph, that I was made out of a kind of magic. But I was a boy, too. Just like everyone else,” he added hastily. “Except that I
word or moved a muscle since we got him out.” The other boy gave him a dark look. “So what’s to keep us from being sliced and diced out there on the trail once you take us to wherever, Bird-Man? We ain’t got Mister Knight of the Word anymore. We ain’t got anyone with real skill in the staying-alive way. We got some firepower with the flechettes and the sprays, but nothing like that black staff.” “Maybe we do,” Hawk said quietly. They all looked at him, Owl hardest of all. “Hawk, don’t …,”
ask questions. Kirisin was first, unable to wait any longer. “Has Praxia reached you? Did she get here before us?” Angel shook her head. “None of the Elves has gotten here yet, Kirisin. We’ve been wondering what happened to them. Now we know. I guess they’re still trying to fight their way clear.” “But Praxia has the Loden!” The boy was beside himself. “We have to find her!” Logan put a hand on his shoulder to calm him. “Right after we’re done here.” He looked back at Helen and Angel. “What